[CLOSED] Volumes of forgotten lore.

[sebastian marque manneville]

"Yeah? That's awesome. We moved a lot, until my little sisters were born. My mom decided that she wanted them to have a stable house, so we moved back to the middle of France. And then my one of my sisters died. She wasnt but three. Wandered out to the woods, got eaten by a wolf." He looked down at his paper. But it wasn't his paper anymore. It had 'EBONY CLOCK', 'MASQUERADE', and 'RED DEATH' scrawled over it in a harsh hand, very unlike his own tiny, neat handwriting. He quickly shut the notebook, pushing it away.

"I still don't get it. Wolves don't go into rural areas." He shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. "But what's done is done and we can't look back on it, right? Bad for your health and stability."

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole tensed at such words, staring at his coffee with a shaky breath. Licking at his lips, mouth suddenly dry, he huffed. "Oh..sorry.." He whispered, quieting down some.

"Guess so," He mumbled. "Except when you can't move on, can't forget.." He shook his head a bit. "How..did you meet August..?" Hushed now.

[sebastian marque manneville]

"You never forget seeing the bloody corpse of your sister.." He said quietly, drumming his fingers on the table. "You just.. don't dwell on it."

He looked up at the question and laughed a bit. "Funny story.." he took a sip of his coffee, running his fingers over the spiral edge of his notebook. "He's a bartender, at a club downtown. And I was around the corner smoking when I felt a hand over my mouth. If you look at his right arm, he has a burn mark." He drummed his fingers on his notebook. "He pulled me into the alley and bit me. He said 'there's something wrong with you.' And the only thing I could think was 'nothing's wrong with me. Something's wrong with you'. Right? He said my blood tastes like alcohol and ink. And we sat around talking, I told him about my strange dreams. I just think vampires have some sort of sixth sense or something." He said with a shrug. "Blood is blood, right?"

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole closed his eyes, but the images there were far worse than facing Sebatian's words.

He focused on what he was saying about August instead, shrugged. "I made him taste mine.." He mumbled guiltily. "He wouldn't go eat yesterday..so I locked myself in the bathroom. He was better when I came back..." Why was he talking so damn much? "But...I got werewolf blood in me.." Hesitant.

[sebastian marque manneville]

"He probably ate while you were gone." He said with a shrug. "I don't know anything about vampires and werewolves and the like. I don't know if it's wise to be luring a vampire with blood, though." He pondered why the boy would even think of such a thing. But how could you not offer food to a starving child, either?

"He can smell blood from a mile away, I'm sure. Especially when he's hungry. I don't think I could be a vampire. The entire idea of drinking other people's blood is revolting. I'm content with being a mere human. You guys can keep it." He said with a laugh, taking a sip of his coffee. He ran his hand across his stomach, feeling the belly button ring there. He toyed with it through his shirt for a minute, needing something to do with his fingers. Anything.

"You have any special abilities? Like August and his blood hound nose?" He asked with a smile, his eyes meeting the boys. Something about him was extremely attractive. He leaned closer, his hand cupping the boy's chin. "What odd eyes. My sister tells me it looks like someone poked me in the eyes and all the color drained out." He smiled, dropping his hand.

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole frowned. "He was hungry though.." He complained, sipping at his coffee. He glanced up, freezing briefly as his chin was taken, then relaxed, smiled some. He dropped his gaze once he was let go. "Yours are still pretty though..." He mumbled.

"I dunno...I can hear and see pretty good..can walk real quiet. I can't shift like Jacob though..he's the only one who can. He doesn't like August."

[sebastian marque manneville]

"August is annoying. August doesn't even like August." He said with a teasingly smile. "Hey, chin up." He tipped his chin back, taking another sip of his coffee. "Mother says a gentleman never lowers his gaze. Nor a lady. Not unless she's picking up her skirts. Although we're all guilty of it, even the preacher of the choir." He said with a wink, leaning back in his chair.

He ran his hand down his arm, his hand shaking. He knew coffee was a bad idea, always making him shake. And having not smoked since August had attacked him didn't help with the shakes either. 'Drink..' Something in his head told him, and his eyes clouded over again. 'Just one drink won't hurt.. One drink never hurt.. never hurt.. never hurt.. ne-'

"Excuse me." He said with a gentle smile, pushing his chair back. He hadn't realized he had opened his notebook to the page that was scrawled on, and quickly shut it before walking to the bathroom, his head in his hands. He splashed water on his face, and everything cleared, the smell of ink and papers gone. He dried his face, looking up at himself in the mirror. He took in a shaky breath, then walked back out, drying his hands on a paper towel. He took his seat with a smile, then realized the window was open. The wind blew his notebook open again, and he shut it, tucking it into his bag.

[cole manaj gryffon]

"Guess I'm not a gentleman," He mumbled under his breath, looking up at Baz. Was he okay..? Watching him go, he sipped at the coffee, gazing at the journal curiously when the wind from outside blew it open. He refused to be nosy however, turning his attention elsewhere.

Glancing up as the other teen came back, he reached out hesitantly, touched his arm. "You alright..?"

[sebastian marque manneville]

He nodded, smiling over at him. "Peachy. Thanks." He brought the boy's hand to his mouth, kissing it gently before letting it go. He took another sip of his coffee, then shook the empty cup, listening to the ice rattle in the bottom.

"I never get it." He said, sucking hard on the straw. "I always think if I shake the cup, more of whatever was in there is just going to appear. And sucking a little harder will make it come back." He said with a laugh, walking over to throw his cup away. He sat down at the table again, leaning back in his chair.

"So, are you taking any interesting classes this year?" He asked, eyeing the boy again.

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole stared down at his hand, touched the area with a fait, hidden smile.

He glanced up, an urge to smile, react, to Sebastian's words strong. He didn't know why. "But it doesn't," He murmured, only allowing a shy smile to slip past his barrier.

The question brought a shake to his head. "No, not really." He mumbled softly.